Where is My Pride?
You fall through the cracks,
It is dark down here.
Sounds behind your back,
They are not clear.
Should you run ,
Should you hide?
This is not fun,
Where is my pride?
Chills up your back,
They are getting closer.
Are they going to attack?
I wish I were braver.
Slowly you walk,
Down the darkened hall,
You cannot talk,
Cannot see the wall.
You're all choked up inside.
Feelings regress,
Where is my pride?
Too much stress.
Why is this happening to me,
In this stage of life?
You wanted to be free,
I wanted to make you my wife.
If you walk long enough,
There's light inthe tunnel.
But why is it so rough?
My heart, heavy as an anvil.
I want to run back to you,
Love you forever,
If only I knew,
What is the answer?
Should I just hide,
My feelings inside,
Or let them come out forever?
Where is my pride?
Published by Coffee Mugg
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6 Comments
Post a CommentThere is such a longing here. I love this,it speaks of a struggle here. You are at odds here I am assuming. I can only pray you find your path. Thank God for you and bless you! BOWING TO AN AWESOME HUMAN POET!!!!!!!!
Please do not blame her it is not her fault, but circumstances beyond our control. She is a truely wonderful person. I just get a little down/frustrated sometimes. thank you, Ken
I know that there must be a reason she cannot be with you right now Ken...I just know
Thank you for sharing this!
Great poem...I can feel the heart break mixed with frustration...wonderful job.
Great poem: Mr. Coffee your such a good person, I wish things were different for you. Someday they will be and I hope it comes soon. You have a lot of love to give but it seems like your heart belongs to this one woman and you can't find a way to look somewhere else. I know exactly how that is; why are we like this? God made us this way: I really don't understand. There is so much else going on out there, but we seem unable to let go. We have no choice but to forge ahead. We must find our pride again, if we do we can move on, I hope.